I. Month-end, so you know. The usual omgeverythingisdueallatoncedoom.
II. I keep somehow managing to deliver what was promised despite the state of things and I am proud of that, but also wondering about the state of my innards given that things are what they are, and yet I keep my promises. Is that proof of something virtuous? Proof of something fucking traumatized? I don’t know. I know that I take great pride in delivering what I promise. Maybe because I’ve experienced the consequences of so many broken promises.
III. I keep my promises.
IV. I’m leaning on that being a virtue. If it isn’t, I’ll deal with it later.
V. I got slammed with a storm a few days ago. I was showing a friend a journal because I wanted her to see how I use the planner I’ve been designing. The journal fell open to a page upon which I’d pasted his photo – the one he sent to me back in February 2019. I said “I miss your face” and he responded with a photo of his face, cigarette dangling from his lip, snow falling down around him. There is a look in his eyes that is undeniably loving and tender, and when my eyes fell upon this image my whole body rose up. I felt all the things at once. Longing. Grief. Denial. Anger. My stomach flipped. Sounds came out of my mouth unbidden, and I clasped my hands to my face as if to stop them but they were an oncoming train and trains don’t stop on a dime. They just barrel on through with all their rattle and noise like storms.
VI. I’m still riding the wave of all of that. I miss him like summer.
VII. Meanwhile, I am wandering around the house adorned with silver nails and white chemises, doing my best to keep all my promises.
VIII. It’s been quite a row to hoe of late. I’m okay, and I am so grateful for so many things, but I am also just barely holding my guts in most days, so I do what I can, but I’m not inclined to push.
IX. I do what I can. It keeps my body and soul together, and I’m never hungry or hunted.
X. Haunted, though. That’s another story.
I miss you like summer.
“I do what I can” so relatable
Sending all the love
Gratefully received. I miss your face. <3
I. I just can’t even. II. Yes, virtuous. But your humanity is also a beautiful thing!
V. OMG the pictures. I am throwing every molecule of understanding and tlc i can at you right now.
It was such a blindside. I know better now, though, and those journals are not coming out of the bookshelf again for a good goddamned long time. *nods*